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Blog Tour and Review: Cookies by Teodora Kostova


Cookies by Teodora Kostova
Published April 16, 2016
Published by Teodora Kostova
Cover Art by Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Categories: MM Romance, Contemporary

How exciting! We’re hosting a tour stop for Teodora Kostova today and we have an exclusive excerpt from the book Cookies to share with you! Enjoy! This book is as sweet as it’s name. :)


I went to war, running away from myself. I came back in pieces to find out who I really was…

It took me nearly ten years, two tours in Afghanistan and losing a leg to come to terms with who I really am.

Two years after coming back from war, I can say that I’m finally content. I’m as fit as ever, my prosthetic leg allowing me the freedom to move and exercise as if nothing has changed. I own a small bakery in the centre of Cambridge, and I have a loyal circle of friends that I can always count on.

And yet…

Yet, there’s something missing. A part of me craves the intimacy, the deep connection to another human being. But another – bigger – part of me is terrified of letting anyone in.

My internal conflict didn’t stand a chance when I met Jay. He stormed through my defence walls like a hurricane, wrapping around me with gentle force until I had no choice but to surrender.

Surrendering has never felt so good.

Will Jay want to stay when he sees the real me? When he sees the nightmares and insecurities clawing at my soul? When he realises the burden I come with may be heavier than we both can carry?

My name is Amir Gopal and this is my story.


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Exclusive Excerpt:

“Oh my god, these are incredible!” Jay exclaimed as he bit into a brownie, bringing his other hand to wipe at the caramel sauce dripping down his chin. I grinned, eating my own brownie in a much more controlled fashion.

He didn’t speak again until he’d eaten two more brownies, all the while moaning in pleasure. My cock throbbed in my pants with his every obscene moan. I’d been in various stages of arousal all evening, ever since Jay had walked through my door dripping wet, and my control was very close to snapping. Jay’s flirting, his kisses, his laughter and jokes, the smell of his skin, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke… I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t spend another second without having him in my arms.

He finished his third brownie, his eyes rolling back as he licked caramel off his fingers. Fucking hell. I leaned over the counter, caught his wrist and sucked a caramel soaked finger into my mouth. His eyes shot wide, the blissful expression gone.

“Do you know how irresistible you are?” I murmured as I sucked his fingers clean. “You could tempt a monk.”

Jay’s lips quirked up, his eyelids dropping seductively. “Am I tempting you?”

“Ever since that first day I saw you.”

I drew him close and kissed him, slowly, enjoying the sweetness from the brownies on his tongue. Underneath, Jay’s unique flavour seduced me, lured me in like a siren song. I didn’t want to resist it. I wanted Jay more than I was afraid of my own insecurities.

My hands slid around his body, drawing him even closer. His sticky fingers found their way into my hair, and Jay grabbed handfuls of it, clutching to a point of pain. I groaned, the slight discomfort turning me on even more.

“God, Jay…” I moaned his name between kisses, moving my hand to cup his jaw. Jay whimpered in my arms, his red, glistening lips parted in pleasure.

I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. And I definitely didn’t want to.

“Stay?” I asked, nuzzling his neck. My hands moved to his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, eliciting a low groan from Jay.

“Are you sure?” Jay managed to ask before I took his mouth again, possessively biting his lower lip.

I wasn’t sure. A small part of me – the insecure, sceptical, unhappy part me – didn’t trust Jay. But the rest of me needed Jay, right this second. I needed to hold him, feel his bare skin under my fingers, touch every inch of his body and make him scream my name. And if he got disgusted by my damaged body and ran – then so be it. I’d rather know now than later, when I’d fallen too hard.

“Yes,” I replied, a second too late. Jay sensed my hesitation and slowed down our frantic kiss, cupping my face with both his hands and peering into my eyes.

“You know I like you just the way you are, right?”

I swallowed hard. “You haven’t seen all of me yet.”

“You’re amazing,” Jay said, kissing me softly. “And smart.” Kiss. “And kind.” Another kiss. “And funny.” He kissed me longer this time, as if making a point. “And you have scars. It all makes you who you are, and I really like who you are, Amir.”

I closed my eyes, letting the words sink in. Jay kissed me again before I peeled myself off of him and took his hand, leading him to my bedroom. He followed without any resistance.

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author_photoHi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job a few years ago when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I’m procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid.

Don’t be shy and get in touch – I love connecting with my readers.
Blog: www.teodorakostova.blogspot.com
Twitter: @Teodora_Kostova https://twitter.com/Teodora_Kostova
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/teodorakostovaauthor
E-mail: t.t.kostova@gmail.com
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Our Thoughts:

A sweet morsel from Teodora Kostova. I know, I know, but I couldn’t resist saying that! There’s no angst or black moment in this story. We’re talking pure love, devotion, and reasoning between Amir and Jay from the start.

Amir is the owner of Cookie’s, a bakery and coffee shop. He’s a former war veteran who has many scars from his tours overseas. Scars that are both internal and external. The internal scars are PTSD and the feeling of fear that accompanies relationships. Opening up and letting someone see inside and to also see the scars outside. The burns and puckered skin, the amputated leg. Amir has worked tirelessly to move past the trauma and make a life for himself. Cookie’s is his escape and his way of being himself.

Amir keeps close to his past by visiting a center for veterans. He visits the center every night, taking Cookie’s leftover cookies, brownies, and cakes. It also gives him a chance to visit with friends who understand what his life was and is like.

One day Jay walks into Cookie’s and it’s a game changer. There’s instant attraction and interest between the two. By the second visit, Amir takes a chance and gives Jay his number. That is the start of something truly beautiful between them. Jay is wide-eyed innocence in walking form. He’s happy, trusting, and extremely giving. He has a love of the arts but also has a keen business sense, thanks to his family business and studies at uni.

Jay is totally understanding and giving of himself to Amir. Amir has so many things to work past to give himself fully to Jay, he can’t make the words he wants to say come out of his mouth. Their journey together is slow, steady, and sure. They don’t waver and ride out the rough spots as they come. All along, the love and special moments carry them. Jay trustsin their love fully and Amir must learn to do the same. A purely sweet love story for fans of ‘happy forever and ever always’ relationships.


EXCERPT TOUR: The Sixth Chukker (Polo #3) by Mickie Ashling

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The Sixth Chukker is the third book in my Polo Series. It continues three years after Ride-Off and fans of the first two novels will be in for a treat as the entire cast of characters—plus one sexy new addition—reunite in this ongoing saga of the Fawkes-Schnell clan. Reading the first two novels, Fire Horse and Ride-Off, will give you a better appreciation of the family dynamics. I hope you’ll come along for the ride as retired polo players Preston and Konrad deal with former lovers, demanding children, and old enemies.

I’d like to thank 3 Chicks After Dark for giving me an opportunity to appear on this wonderful blog and share an exclusive excerpt of The Sixth Chukker. A special shout-out to my publicist J for her consistent good work in organizing all my blog tours. As usual, I bring a few giveaways, which you’ll find in the Rafflecopter widget.

We would like to thank Mickie Ashling for having us on her excerpt tour for The SIxth Chukker! It’s been our pleasure!


Retired polo players Preston Fawkes and Konrad Schnell have finally found the happiness that eluded them for years. Their stud farm is a big success, and their marriage couldn’t be healthier. Unfortunately, this idyllic life is disrupted by several unexpected sources.

Paloma, Preston’s twenty-one-year-old daughter, is determined to be a 10 goal player before she turns thirty. Bandi, Konrad’s son, dreams of starting a family with his partner, Ned Temple. Paloma offers to surrogate if her father and stepfather come out of retirement and team up with her for one season.

Preston and Konrad would do anything to make their children happy, but they’re confronted with a stumbling block. Trauma specialist Dr. Rayne Carlisle refuses to sign off on the necessary paperwork unless Preston agrees to be his submissive for one week.

Caught between the proverbial rock and hard place, Preston and Konrad deal with disgruntled lovers, demanding children, and old enemies in this sequel to Ride-Off.

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Preston sighed but walked out of the room with his pillow in one hand and a blanket in the other. He traversed the long corridor and took the stairs two at a time. In the library, he made a small nest on the sofa closest to the fireplace. There were a few glowing embers remaining on the grate, and he threw a new log on top of them and watched as it slowly caught fire. After adding one more for good measure, he toed off his boots and slid down on the sofa.

Once more, he recalled the heated exchange with Carlisle and his earlier outburst with Konrad. He hadn’t exaggerated when he complained about being preoccupied with family matters. He wouldn’t have it any other way, but they had to admit he’d been carrying a massive load. And to be honest, he doubted that Carlisle suffered from a broken heart. It was more likely a bruised ego. People like him weren’t used to being rejected in favor of a scarred and traumatized ex-lover. It was unheard of, and Preston was certain that anger and revenge were the driving forces behind the man’s unreasonable behavior. And that was the kind of emotion Preston could understand.

His next move would be determined by the outcome of his visit to the new doctor. If the guy gave him a clean bill of health, he’d move on with his life and turn his back on Carlisle. If the results were unfavorable, he’d reevaluate his situation and pay Carlisle another visit. Preston had no qualms about using his powers of persuasion, i.e. his body, but he’d promised Konrad. On the other hand, desperate times…. If he could show up with the papers he needed, a fait accompli, would it really matter how they were obtained? Konrad might not like the idea of sharing Preston, but the happiness on Bandi’s face would trump his anger, wouldn’t it? Christ, he was much too old for this shit.

He woke up to warm heat engulfing his cock. Tantalizing licks around the base, up the underside, and then down again. Konrad’s hair gleamed in the shadow of the soft flames still dancing around in the fireplace, and Preston reached out to run his fingers through the soft silk. Konrad looked up, and their blue eyes locked. The emotion radiating from Konrad was so powerful, Preston forgot to breathe. He sucked in a lungful eventually and shut his eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity. Konrad continued to tease around the tip of Preston’s cock, and he slowly sucked him down. When the spongy head hit the back of Konrad’s throat, he swallowed.

Preston moaned with pleasure, and then whined pitifully as Konrad eased off, but he sighed with happy relief when the warm mouth engulfed him once more. He sucked and released several times, turning Preston into a throbbing, needy mess. Konrad cupped Preston’s balls gently and slid a finger behind them, stroking the perfect spot, knowing when to press, rub, and flick that finger, all the while sucking and twirling his tongue around Preston’s cock until his muscles contracted and he shouted out his release. Konrad swallowed greedily as Preston came in hot spurts, and after he was finally done, Konrad slithered up his man and lay his head on Preston’s thumping chest.

“I love you, Flea.”

“I know, baby… I know.”

“Sorry for being such an ass.”

“No, it’s okay. This situation sucks.”

“Come upstairs with me. I can’t sleep without you.”

“In a minute.”

They fell asleep on the sofa within seconds, and when Preston woke up, Konrad was gone. He couldn’t remember if he’d dreamed the entire event, but he reached down and found his jeans undone, his flaccid cock hanging out of his underwear, and he realized it had been real after all. He sat up with a groan, cursing old age, arthritis, and the stupidity of falling asleep in such cramped quarters.

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Mickie B. Ashling is the pseudonym of a multifaceted woman who is a product of her upbringing in multiple cultures, having lived in Japan, the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East. Fluent in three languages, she’s a citizen of the world and an interesting mixture of East and West. A little bit of this and a lot of that have brought a unique touch to her literary voice she could never learn from textbooks.

By the time Mickie discovered her talent for writing, real life got in the way, and the business of raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing—and the inevitable emptying nest—dreams of becoming a published writer were resurrected and she’s never looked back.

She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called “gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.

Mickie currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.


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